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Poetic Probucttons 

of 

my 0lb age 

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(5aIr>cston, Cexas 

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3ame5 C. ^uffmaster 



poetic probuctions 

of 
my ®I6 age 

3ame5 C J^uffmaster 

(Babcston, Cexas 

1920 



' 't^^^ these verses were written in the last two months. Jfot 
since I was twelve or thirteen years of age have lever thought 
of attempting to write in a poetic strain, and I am now in 
my seventy-sixth year. 

The coming of a little grand-daughter was the inspiring 
impulse that moved me to put some of my thoughts into 
rhym^e" : {From preface to first edition) . 

Added material written since then has about doubled the 
size of the worh. 



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<J7^0GETHER we have journeyed on for more than fifty years, 

Together we have met the storms and buffetings with tears, 
Full many a bright and sunny day with pleasure we've enjoyed, 
And in the varied tasks of life, our hands have been employed. 

We've had our share of comforts and with children we've been blest, 
But there came the angel reaper, and of two we were bereft. 
Yet our kind and loving Father, He has left to us the three. 
And for the two death took away, two others now have we. 

Grandchildren these, to us most dear, the two that with us stay. 
They came to fill the places of the two that went away. 
Let us with thankfulness to God, our willing voices raise, 
And offer up to Him our hearts, in gratitude and praise. 

Together we have journeyed on, the years will soon be o'er. 
The friends we've known, to us so dear, will see us then no more. 
With spirits free, we'll take our flight to our fair home above. 
Where all is peace, and all is bliss, and all is ruled by love. 




(^Translated from the German into English prose by Baily Willis) 



^O Father dear my heart I give, 

And deep devotion, while I Hve 
To mother, tender, true and kind. 
Who ever has her child in mind. 

To Thee, O God, my soul aspires. 

My heart looks up with warm desires. 

Thou gave'st me life. Thou gave'st me breath. 

My life is Thine, e'en unto death. 

'Twas seventeen hundred sixty-four, 

ril keep in mem*ry evermore. 

The numbered years since Christ was born, 

The year I came to earth, one morn. 

The eighteenth day of Cold **Hornung,"* 
It marks the day my life begun, 
*Twas Saturn's day, the day of week. 
When mother dear first kissed my cheek. 

*Note — "Eornung" is February. 



/jf&OD Gave me then my mother's heart, 

Enshrined in mine, we ne'er shall part, 
She loved me tenderly, her child. 
No pleasure e*er her thoughts beguiled. 

No sorrow caused her to forget. 
All wants of mine she quickly met, 
A thousand kisses on me pressed 
As in her arms I lay at rest. 

Thy name, my God, I'll ever praise. 
Thou cared'st for me in childhood's days, 
By holy ordinance divine 
Thou seal'dst me as a child of Thine. 

My mother made the vow for me, 
Ever to be true to Thee, 
My first of years I knew not how 
Before Thine altar seat to bow. 

But now my solemn pledge I give, 
In the Belief and Faith to live, 
So long as Sara is my name 
I'll faithful be to spread thy fame. 



i|30 Thou prepare me through Thy gifts, 

And give to me the love that Hfts 
The penitent above despair, 
As in Thy flesh and blood 1 share. 

If children still to Thee are dear. 
Speak in the trusting sinner's ear, 
That in Communion comes to Thee 
The word of peace, and make me free. 



The poem Sara in her love. 
Preserved to us, I write above. 
That children of a future age 
May read their early mother's page. 



^etten (Sencr^twns 



711 AVID Our father sailed over the water, 

And in course of time he had a daughter, 
Sara her name, she in turn then had a boy. 
And called her eldest Joseph, in her joy. 

And when this Joseph grew to be a man. 
His eldest boy was James, the story ran, 
James had another James, a thing not new. 
Who also had a son, and named him Hu. 

Now Hu became a music man, 'tis said. 
And had a girl more fair than any maid. 
Also of kinsfolk he had quite a few. 
No name of theirs he chose, but called her Oru- 



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1716 David Louderback 

1757 Godlove Huff master 

1 782 Joseph Huffmaster 

181 I James W. Huffmaster 

1842 James T. Huffmaster 

1880 Hu T. Huffmaster 

1917 Drusilla V. Huffmaster 



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ODLOVE For his choice took Sara, 
Joseph's love on Betsy fell, 
James, like grandpa, chose his Sara, 
And James with Ellen wed, they tell. 

Hu with Nonie for his bride, 
Drusilla had, their joy and pride. 
The generations number six. 
If we Drusilla*s name affix. 

Sara Louderback 
Elizabeth Weitzel 
Sarah Herrington 
Ellen Hapgood 
Nonie Thompson 

Drusilla V. Huffmaster 



1 630- 1 693 



/(ANE Thomas Jones, of Welsh descent, 

In Maryland did settle, 
Mary he wed, nor did repent. 

Though she a girl of mettle. 

Now Thomas in the early days 

Among the Indians traded, 
He learned their tongue, likewise their ways. 

Nor law of theirs evaded. 

When question or dispute arose 

They called on him to fix it. 
And no one ever dared oppose 

His final ipse dixit. 

This Thomas had a daughter bright. 

And Rachel he did name her. 
Her many virtues shone in light 

And she was much in favor. 



WEET Rachel had a handsome beau, 
And he was quite a genius, 
The way he woo'd her was not slow, 
His name was called Cornelius. 

The twain in time became a pair, 
And had a daughter, healthy, 

Of this world*s goods they had a share 
And so they named her Wealthy. 

Jacob, their son, came on the scene, 

But he was no supplanter. 
He was a Christian man, I ween. 

Though he had his decanter. 

Now Jacob, he was in good luck. 

And woo*d and won fair Hannah, 

He was a man of grit and pluck. 
And owned a broad savannah. 



2k SECOND Jacob now appeared, 

(The name they did not vary) 
And when the lusty lad was reared 
He married winsome Mary. 



Daniel is the next we'll name, 

Of Jacob, worthy scion. 
Though not upon the roll of fame, 

He fought the British lion. 

On Mary Daniel fixed his choice 

From Erin's isle of green ; 
Then Sara came, of gentle voice, 

Her head a golden sheen. 

Abram her chosen, soon in death. 
Was called to pay the debt of man, 

And blessing with his latest breath. 
He left to her a daughter Ann. 



T[f AMES and Sara then united, 
Soon another James they had, 

And the parents were dehghted 
At the coming of the lad. 



James the Second married Ellen, 
And to them a boy came too, 

(He was fond of sister Helen), 

This young man is known as Hu. 

Hu took Nonie for his dearie, 

And they started on Life's Way, 

Rough the way, but be not weary. 
Blessings come with every day. 

And God has many yet in store, 
If your lives run not amiss, 

Can you of him ask proof yet more? 
Drusilla comes to fill your bliss. 



T^INE Generations here we trace, 
Jones counts one upon the Hst, 

Herrington has four in place, 

Huffmaster four, if none weVe missed. 

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1630 Thomas Jones Mary 

1 672 CorneHus Herrington Rachel Jones 

1698 Jacob Herrington Hannah Johnson 

1 732 Jacob Herrington Mary 

1 756 Daniel Herrington Mary M'Crea 

1811 James W. Hufr master Sara Herrington 

1 842 James T. Huffmaster Ellen Hapgood 

1 880 Hu T. Huffmaster Nonie Thompson 



1917 Drusilla Virginia Huffmaster 



JIttt' Pabg'a PiJxJk 



^yjrHESE Lines now written by my hand, 

Perhaps for many years shall stand, 
And serve sometimes to call to mind 
The sacred ties of love that bind 

The little grandchild, by sweet art. 
To her now aged grandpa's heart. 




Jffor fabg'sr p^ok 



^Tjf HE Early records in this book, 
As you upon its pages look, 
When you have reached an age mature. 
Will then your eager eyes allure, 
To follow fondly to its close, 
What of your infant life it shows. 



Prttsilk Bir^ink 



E Love our little baby girl, 
Her face so fair, 
Her golden hair, 
Each tiny tooth a pearl. 

How strange the chance that brought her here, 

Our lips to press. 

Our home to bless. 
Fond parents* hearts to cheer. 

Not chance, but God the baby sent, 

For us to guide 

Her steps beside 
The way the Saviour went. 

May we be faithful to the task, 

In days of youth 

To teach her truth. 
This boon is all we ask. 



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IJRUSILLA, Fair little maiden, 

Your grandpa comes well laden, 

With many fond wishes 

And lots of sweet kisses. 

For your dear little self, 
You cute little elf. 

Drusilla, kisses are fleeting. 

Gone with the heart's quick beating. 
But the wishes so high 
May come true by and by. 

If in God's holy light 

You live for the right. 




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LEEP On, sleep on, baby dear, 
Holy angels now are here, 
With their presence ever near. 

Naught have we to dread or fear. 

Wake up, wake up, baby dear, 
See the morning dawn appear, 

And the sunlight bright and clear 
Drives away the mists so drear. 

And the noon-tide comes to cheer. 
Banish care, and dry each tear. 

Let us in our hearts revere 

Him who rules in every sphere. 

Let the scoflFer laugh and sneer, 

To God's truth we'll still adhere. 

And when you're grown, my baby dear, 
He'll be with you, never fear. 



^ f title Orirtlb^s d^uestwmn^s 



1^ Y Little dear, 

With list*ning ear, 
You want to know 
Why winds do blow. 
What makes it rain, 
What pulls the train. 
What shakes the pine, 
Why stars do shine? 

Why is the sky 
So far and high? 
Won*t that bright moon 
Be falling soon? 
The sun goes round, 
Where is it bound? 
It*s like a ball. 
Why don't it fall? 

The birds can fly, 
Then why can't 1? 
Why do we sleep. 
In slumber deep? 
The sun shines bright. 
Then comes the night. 
Why all this change? 
It seems so strange. 



jaEAR Little one, 
YouVe just begun 
To read the scroll, 
And to unroll 
The Book of Life, 
Which is so rife 
With things so new 
That come to you. 

Some day you'll see 
How things can be 
Just as they are; 
And better far, 
You'll understand 
That God's command. 
In His clear light, 
Makes all things right. 



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MANKEE Doodle came to town 

Upon his little pony, 
And brought a girl that didn't frown, 

And said her name was Nonie. 



And Nonie proved to be a prize 
When she came to our villa, 

Although she is quite small in size. 
She gave us sweet Drusilla. 

Some day Drusilla she'll grow up, 
And then she'll be like Nonie, 

Old Yankee Doodle he'll show up 
And take her on his pony. 




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WEET Little Salie, 

Trying to talk, 
Smiling so gaily, 

Learning to walk. 

Death came one day, 

Grim visaged and dark 

— ^Took her away — 

Bright was his mark. 

In Heaven above 

We*ll some day meet 
And there in love 

Each other greet. 



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^jTIVE Years had scarce passed o*er my head, 

When little Salie died, 
In memory still her face 1 read, 

Our household's darling pride. 

*Tis more than seventy years ago 

Since little sister went. 
My childish heart was filled with woe. 

When death the summons sent. 

(And childish grief may be more deep 

Than ever we suspect), 
I sighed and moaned e'en in my sleep, 

Could ne'er my thoughts collect. 

'Twas long before my grief assuaged 

For baby sister, mine, 
A twelvemonth scarcely had she aged. 

When called in Heaven to shine. 






^[TIVE Hundred forty years have passed, 

Since first we count the name of Brown, 
Ten generations, first and last, 
Before we write the Warrens down. 



The Warrens, they are numbered six 
As they are counted in the book, 
One single name we now affix, 
That single name is Estabrook. 

One Hapgood figures in the line, 
Huffmasters two, these are the last. 
These names in history may not shine, 
But tell us something of the past. 

Full twenty generations passed, 

(No names of women are put down), 

Drusilla then came in at last. 

Of all that went before, the crown. 



%ix Mn Wife 



JjJjJY Years are gone, my days are few, 

I'm thinking only now of you; 
Your labors in this world are past. 
In peaceful sleep you rest at last. 

My home is changed since you were here, 
Though friends are kind and try to cheer, 
They cannot fill the place you left, 
All pleasures gone of you bereft. 

Unshackled of life's fetters here, 
I soon shall in another sphere, 
Be free to take a higher part. 
In nobler things with larger heart. 

My years are gone, my days are few, 
I soon shall be at rest with you; 
Together then in lofty strain. 
We'll sing redemption's loud refrain. 



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<^WO Pictures hang upon the wall, 
Within my memory's silent hall, 
Dear faces of the long ago. 
That once with light were all aglow. 

A saintly couple, side by side. 
That long had passed their eventide. 
The wintry years in speeding flight 
Had changed their heads to snowy white. 

But though their heads were white like snow. 
Their hearts with love were all aglow, 
Their wrinkled hands were ready still 
To minister in every ill. 

Their lives of fourscore years and more, 
With deeds of kindness, o'er and o'er, 
Fulfilled the law of love divine; — 
**The little ones ye served were Mine." 



^TJTHE world is better for their lives, 

Their influence for good survives, 
And children's children, far and near, 
With filial love their names revere. 

The pictures hang upon the wall 
Within my memory's silent hall. 
But they in radiant glory shine 
Reflected from the Light Divine. 







ij3 AVID sailed o'er the sea 
To find a country free 
In peace to live ; 
He wed without a fear 
One to his heart most dear, 
One that his life would cheer 
And comfort give. 

Elizabeth, so true, 

More closely to him drew 

Each passing year. 
Sweet children to caress, 
Fond parents' hearts to bless, 
Proud treasures to possess, 

God gave them here. 

In all his day of life. 
Amid its toil and strife, 

David stood true; 
No danger e'er appalled, 
He went where duty called, 
With courage unenthralled. 

Life's work to do. 



^j[JEYOND threescore and ten 

Were David's years, and then 
He found repose; 
His work on earth was done, 
As yester*s morning sun 
Rose with the day begun , 
His spirit rose. 

May all of David*s train 
His ideals maintain 

Of truth and right, 
His children yet unborn 
The Christian faith adorn, 
Until earth's latest morn 

Breaks forth in light. 



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1|NFURL, unfurl Old Glory bright! 
Her stars will shine, 
Her stripes align, 
For justice, liberty and right. 

Cheer on, cheer on Old Glory's men ! 

* 'Somewhere in France,*' 

Give them the chance. 
They'll prove their valor then. 

Lead on, lead on Old Glory's menf 

They'll strike the foe 

With deadly blow, 
And drive him to his den. 

Spread out Old Glory's folds afar ! 

Her men will stand 

At her command 
And **do their bit" to **win the war." 




tijc Jffwfttre fife 



<Yjf HE years of our life may be threescore and ten, 

But what is it worth if we live not again, 
If life ends at death, and our end is the grave. 
How then should our spirits be cheerful and brave? 

But hope of a future lights up our dark way, 
And far in the distance we see a bright day 
That gives inspiration and meaning to life. 
And fills us with courage in this world of strife. 

No longer in sadness and sorrow we grope. 
But trusting the future with hearts full of hope, 
With courage undaunted, with purpose and will, 
What destiny fixes we*ll work to fulfill. 

The years of our life may be threescore and ten, 
What e*er they may be we'll not live them again, 
But when we have crossed to eternity's shore 
Our spirits immortal shall live evermore. 



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i|3 EAR to our hearts the little church 

That on the corner stood, 
Its pastors men of deep research 

Who sought our highest good. 

*Twas there we met each Sabbath morn 
To hear God*s servant preach, 

And many a soul was newly born, 
Heaven brought within its reach. 

The children gathered there to sing 
Their songs to Christ the Lord, 

Their youthful voices loud did ring 
In notes of sweet accord. 

There many a bond of friendship true 
Was formed to last through life. 

And friend to friend more closely drew — 
No rivalry nor strife. 



/I^LD Ryland Chapel was the name 

Of this dear house of God, 
Its story almost lost to fame, 
Its courts no longer trod. 

But in the heavenly courts above 
There's many a soul today 

That found a precious Saviour's love, 
And learned **the better way/' 

We'll ever hold in memory dear 

This unpretentious place. 
Where men whose names we now revere 

Proclaimed the Saviour's grace. 



Written at the BUggeetion of Mrs. Ida May Cherry, who wae then 
a girl in the writer's Sunday School clasB at Ryland Chapel. 




P^^tlf ^nJr H^ati^n 



?V LAS, my storm-tossed soul, 
The billows o*er mie roll, 
Exhausted now I sink, 
Death's bitter waters drink. 

But death has lost its power, 
I hail a new born hour 
That opens to my view 
Transcendent glories new. 

My raptured soul now flies 
Up through the radiant skies 
To reach that blest abode 
Christ on His saints bestowed. 

Angelic hosts there sing 
Their anthems to the King, 
In loud ecstatic strain 
I'll join the grand refrain. 

Death's waters now no more 
Their floods shall o*er me pour; 
Safe from its dread alarms 
I rest in Jesus' arms. 



^Ife ^n^el's msit 



/j||VNE Soft and fair autumnal day, 
The leaves were falling late, 

An angel form in bright array 
Came down in regal state. 

And brought to earth a maiden fair, 

Her form of faultless grace, 
Surpassing in her beauty rare. 

Love-lit and sweet her face. 

The angel then in lofty flight. 

With pinions sweeping through the air. 
Ascended far beyond our sight, 

But left to us the maiden fair. 

This maiden fair by love's sweet art. 
Hath made us captive to her will. 

Supreme she reigns in every heart, 
And all her mandates we fulfill. 



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% T Derry's old cathedral grand, 

A loving couple took their stand 
In holy wedlock to unite, 
By solemn vow and sacred rite. 

There John M'Crea and Hannah Hicks, 
In seventeen hundred thirty-six. 
Stood in the old cathedral grand. 
And were united heart and hand. 

Now John was handsome, straight and tall, 
His peer ne*er walked old Derry's wall, 
And Hannah, fair, of queenly grace. 
No equal came of her fair race. 

John traveled much as years went by. 
Long tarried *neath the Elastern sky. 
New things and peoples strange he saw 
And sights that filled his soul with awe. 



% S time rolled on his children grew, 

And children*s children round him drew 
To hear the stories he could tell, 
Of Joseph's barns and Jacob's well, 

Of Lot's poor wife and Rachel's tomb, 
The sepulchre that was rock hewn. 
Where Jesus lay in last repose 
Before in triumph He arose. 

And many other things he told 

Of ages past and men of old, 

The children heard with great delight. 

The stories he rehearsed each night. 

But time with John was nearly spent. 
To leave the world he was content, 
And so in seventeen eighty-seven, 
He heard God's call, and went to heaven. 



M^ lavage in 1865 

From New York to Galveston 



On the Schooner Mary Man kin 
John Cobb, Master 



7[ULY the third we sailed, 

The Southern breeze prevailed, 
The billows* swell we hailed, 
No note of fear assailed. 



A storm began to brew. 
The sailors quickly flew, 
The rattling canvas drew, 
In sailor fashion true. 

The lurid lightnings flash. 
The roaring thunders crash. 
The surging waters lash. 
The mounting billows dash. 

Anon the sea is still. 
The sailors work with will. 
The sails begin to fill. 
The ship speeds with a thrill. 



?V ND onward then we went, 

TTie masts the breezes bent, 
Increasing speed was lent, 
Still onward we were sent. 

The captain in command, 
Soon brought us safe to land. 
We anchored at the strand. 
The voyage it was grand. 

And now we note the date. 
Of our arrival late, 
*Twas August fixed by fate, 
The second day, we'll state. 




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^TJTHE Hapgood line from Britain came, 
Shadrack, the first one of the name, 
He crossed the ocean's boisterous tide 
And in King Phihp's war he died. 

Nathaniel was a man of peace, 
In quiet work he sought release 
From all the strifes of warring men. 
And gave his time to book and pen. 

Then Hezekiah came the next. 
By war and tumult he was vexed, 
In French and Indian war he fought 
And bravely in that war he wrought. 

Provincial Congress soon did meet, 
And with them Ephraim had a seat. 
He took a voyage on the deep, 
Beneath the waves he rests in sleep. 

Now Abraham was very bold. 
Like him who lived in days of old, 
He fought the British with his might. 
For justice, liberty and right. 



T:[AME1S lived a life of peaceful years, 

Nor shared in war's tumults and tears, 
Time brought to him the tinge of grey, 
And peacefully he peissed away. 



This is the line that brings us down 
Through many years of great renown. 
To that bright day when Ellen fair 
Came to our home our love to share. 

But years on us have left their trace, 
Upon each brow, upon each face. 
No longer now in movement free. 
Content and quiet we must be. 

And soon our days on earth will cease. 
Our spirits then will find release. 
And take their flight to heaven above, 
Where all is peace and joy and love. 



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^JTROM Thee, my Saviour, far away 

My wandering feet have gone astray. 
My careless steps have led so far 
That darkness reigns without a star. 

For me Thy love hath never changed, 
Though long from Thee Fve been estranged. 
My faithless heart would fain return. 
For Thee once more with love to burn. 

Receive me with forgiving grace. 
Close to Thy side give me a place. 
Thy Spirit's help shall keep me true 
In whatsoe'er Thou'dst have me do. 

Be Thou henceforth my only guide, 
Direct my way, my paths decide. 
Let all my aspirations be 
To live and work and die for Thee. 

And when Thou'rt seated on Thy throne, 
And saints, for whom Thou didst atone, 
Shall gather there to sing Thy praise. 
In glory then my voice Til raise. 






HEN David was sailing the deep blue sea, 

He was thinking how lonely his life would be 
Without a companion to help him along, 
In bearing his burdens, and cheer with a song. 

So when he had come to the land of his choice, 
Where all men are freemen and each has a voice 
In all the affairs that pertain to the State, 
And each in his hands holds the reins of his fate. 

He then set about a fair maiden to choose, 
That in his opinion would meet all his views; 
And so when Elizabeth passed by his way 
He made up his mind what to her he would say; 

And when he had met her and *'had out his say" 
She finally promised with him she would stay, 
And then to the parson they joyfully went — 
Her parents already had given consent. 



% T God's holy altar they both of them stood, 

And there by their vows were united for good, 
In lengthening years they were faithful and true, 
Their love and their family constantly grew. 

Their children in number were counted eleven, 
As so many gifts from our Father in heaven, 
And great was the care they bestowed on their flock, 
That in character they should be firm as a rock. 

Among the sweet girls of their household was one. 
Whose name we shall praise and with love look upon. 
For she was the mother of all of our host — 
Five hundred descendants from her we can boast. 

To Sara and Godlove all honor we give, 
Through them and their children we all of us live, 
We hope their descendants in numbers will grow. 
And fill their allotment of time here below. 



Pom abtfut 1710 



^|OHN MILLS, a Presbyterian, 

As all Scotch-Irish were, 
Was a disciplinarian, 

With children in his care. 

His duty was his chief concern, 

To raise his children right, 
Was careful that they all should learn 

To read the rules by sight. 

The catechism they must know. 
And say their prayers at night, 

And due respect to elders show, 
In manners be polite. 

On Sunday they must go to church, 
And strict attention give, 

God*s holy book each one must search. 
And by its precepts live. 



Ji ND so John Mills his children raised 
To guide their steps aright, 

His faithful work could be appraised 
By their example bright. 

All honor to this noble man 

His children all will give, 
This sainted Presbyterian 

Long in their hearts will live. 




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^YjTO God my heart I give, 
My life for Him to live 
In service true; 
Whate*er be His commands, 
Whate'er His law demands, 
My waiting soul now stands 
Ready to do. 

His Word shall be my guide, 
My Saviour shall abide 

With me each day; 
My path shall then be clear, 
His Spirit ever near 
Shall banish every fear 

And light my way. 

His love shall be my theme, 
Its power to redeem 

From sin and death ; 
rU spread this truth profound 
Far as my voice shall sound, 
E*en to earth*s farthest bound, 

While I have breath. 



HEN earthly life shall cease, 
My soul shall rest in peace 
In heaven above; 
My songs of praise shall be 
Throughout eternity 
To Him who died for me, 
In His great love. 




|9tr«sHk Bir^ima 



JtWY little girl, you want to know 

From whence you came, and how 'tis so 
That you can tell, when you are asked, 
Of your forefathers in the past. 

The records clearly indicate 
Descent from Constantine the Great, 
And William, England's Conqueror, 
Was likewise your progenitor. 

An ancient British King 'tis said, 

Of Constantine's a daughter wed. 

From them down through the name of Rhys, 

The record's clear and should suffice. 

DeWarrene, trusted true and tried. 
Won William's daughter for his bride, 
'Tis through the Warrens that we trace 
Your kinship with the Norman race. 

So now you have your pedigree. 
What good 'twill do you we shall see. 
That all the good in all your sires 
May blend in you, our hope inspires. 



m^ mate's Jlcn 



|WARCH On, march on, Old Glory's men! 
When war is done 
And victory won, 
We*ll crown your heads with laurel then. 

Hurrah, hurrah! Old Glory's men 

Have met the foe 

And laid him low, 
He nevermore shall rise again. 

All hail, all hail, Old Glory's men! 

In coming days 

We'll sing your praise 
And write your names with golden pen. 

Peace, peace, sweet peace, Old Glory's men 

Have laid the base 

For all our race, 
Of peace no Hun may break again. 




{M^ Ulster's (Sranbsott) 



E Loved our precious noble boy, 

His presence filled our hearts with joy, 
We looked upon his smiling face. 
His growing form, his manly grace. 

In vision far we saw him climb, 
To heights of eminence sublime. 
His honored name on every tongue. 
Amidst the throng he moved among. 

But God*s designs were otherwise, 
E'en though it meant a sacrifice. 
For us who held his life most dear. 
And recked not that the blow was near. 

But came the day when God sent down. 
His angel with a golden crown, 
To grace our dearest Edward's head. 
Then up the lofty heights they sped. 



?V ND now he sits at God's right hand, 

With broadened vision views the land, 
Where heaven's effulgent glories shine, 
With wondrous radiance divine. 

In sacred joy he waits the day. 
When God shall call our souls away 
From earthly cares to heaven above, 
With him to share in Jesus' love. 




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'IjTOUR Ministers of Concord town 

Of eminence and of renown, 
Whose names in story have come down 
To us, their children of today. 
We at their feet our tribute lay, 
And to their worth our homage pay. 

John Jones, the first one we will name. 
Then Peter Bulkeley, known to fame, 
Edward his son, the next we'll claim, 
And Joseph Elstabrook the last. 
These four served Concord in the past. 
Among her honored ones they're classed. 

To them a double debt we owe. 
For standards high of life they show, 
For our existence here below; 
And when our days of life shall end. 
Our songs of praise with theirs will blend, 
And to our Father's throne ascend. 



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^JJTHE Years they come, they come and go, 
We wonder why they go so slow. 
But when our years are in the past 
We wonder how they went so fast. 

In earnest thought we'll now recall 
The way in which we spent them all ; 
Have we been faithful in our place 
And helped the sufferers of our race ? 

Have we been mindful of our Lord, 
Were all our actions in accord 
With what is written in His word. 
Have we the Spirit's wooings heard? 

And now upon his natal day 
There's one among us we can say. 
In all life's duties has been true, 
Do you ask who? we answer, YOU. 



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'^HE love of Christ constraineth me 

His righteous law t*obey, 

And give to Him in service free 

My heart, my life each day. 

Redeemed by Him from death and hell, 

My soul in Him shall live; 
The joy He brings no tongue can tell, 

A joy earth ne'er could give. 

His praise my grateful heart shall sound 

Beyond the arching sky. 
In strains of song that shall resound 

Through gates of pearl on high. 

My spirit free from earthly ties, 

In lofty flight shall soar, 
And to the heavenly mansions rise, 

My home forevermore. 

The heights of heaven I'll then survey 

With wonder and delight; 
But high above their grand display 

Shines forth God's throne of white. 



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